Baby, you can drive my car.
Earbuds in, music pumping (to combat tinnitus), our fast ‘n furious getaway driver keeps the wheels spinning and his mouth shut as he transports testy men from illegal job to job.
He’s repaying a debt — not by choice, but because the other option is more painful — always keeping one eye peeled for a way out.
One possibly arises when a friendly waitress enters his life, but first he has to deal with criminals who would think nothing of whacking him for a wrong turn.
Punch the pedal, and head for the nearest exit.
